Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.